Mystery
The Tradition of Shadows
In the core of the old nation, settled among the moving slopes and old timberlands, lay the rambling domain of the Hawthorne family — a line covered in secret and shadow. For ages, the Hawthornes had borne the heaviness of a revile, a dull inheritance that had tormented their family for quite a long time.
By Md. Omar Faruk Siddique2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
Chapter 6 Instead of firing me, Greg offered me a promotion and a raise and invited me to lunch to discuss improving our accounting methods. At eleven, Greg showed up at my desk. I closed my laptop and locked papers in my top drawer before getting up. We handled sensitive material for several large government agencies, and things had to be kept private. One slip, and we could lose all of the government business.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
Chapter 4 Sandy had left about a dozen texts on my phone during the day. I had turned off notifications from her a few weeks ago, as it was getting on my nerves. I figured I could always catch up with her demands of the day when I got home from work. They were the typical, “Did you send the check out yet? I have to pay the babysitter and I’m out of cash. “You can’t take Timmy next weekend, my parents will be in town,” and so on. Why couldn’t all women be like Phyllis? Easy with no strings attached.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
The Medieval Mystery: The Unexplained Dancing Plague of 1518
A Day Unlike Any Other Imagine a beautiful summer day in Strasbourg (present-day France) in July 1518. Suddenly, a woman named Frau Troffea bursts onto the street and begins dancing uncontrollably. No music, no celebration, just a series of frantic twists and turns. The onlookers are stunned. But things get even stranger.
By Mbuh Harmony Neba2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
Chapter 5 Cop cars were lined up in front of the Closing Time Bar & Grille when we arrived for Phyllis’s nightcap. A sour taste crept into my throat and my stomach threatened to lob its alcoholic contents into my lap. “Come on, Phyllis, let’s find somewhere else. This is creepy as hell,” I said.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
people who died with their own invention
Beyond the Thunderdome. When I was growing up, I always wanted to have a cool name. I even tried going by the name “Panther-Strike” for a while, but it didn’t really catch on. So when I heard about “Mad Mike Hughes,” I was a bit curious as to how the name came to be. You see, “Mad Mike” was once a limo driver, but now he moonlights as a “flat-earth conspiracy theorist” and “daredevil.” You know, he’s called “Mad” because he was “mad.”
By emmanuell israe2 years ago in Chapters
Bare Hunter. Content Warning.
Chapter 1 Tina D’Angelo Running is good for the soul; exertion, fresh air, and the rush of pushing your body past its limits. It is where I go when I need to think and process my emotions. Life is messy sometimes and running helps me clean it up.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
